Is Art Wrong?
James Payne


from THINGS JUST AREN'T THEY



It doesn’t feel right.
 
Are artists fond of the term “interrogate”
because they know it’s torture?
 
I just read “preparator” as “perpetrator.”
 
“Paint” as “pain.”
 
“Curator” as “carceral.”
 
Think about it:
 
White walls.
White wine.
 
White people.
 
I mean, is Capitalism Art’s friend, enemy, or frenemy?
 
Do Art and Capitalism occasionally meet up for drinks,
or do they wake up everyday and grab coffee?
 
Do Art and Capitalism co-care a dog?
Who gets it in a split?
 
Marry, Fuck, Kill: Capitalism.
 
Kill.
 
Marry, Fuck, Kill: Art.
 
Kill, but after fucking.
 
Or maybe marry first, just
for the gifts; to say “I do,” then “I did.”
 
And the honeymoon, I know,
is the only way I’d ever get to go
to Basel, or Reykjavik, or Tokyo.